Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 2, 2011 22:15:41 GMT -5
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Age: 23
Country: England
Appearance:
Likes: Tea ;; all kinds, but his favourites are Earl Grey and Darjeeling. Not too much sugar, please.
Literature ;; Don’t even get him started.
Cooking ;; He really sees nothing wrong with his cooking, but society is cruel. And tasteless.
Power ;; Although it can easily become an addiction.
His faeries and other friends ;; He doesn’t get out a lot.
Being alone ;; It’s more like he doesn’t mind it, however he will tell you that there’s little that he loves more.
Music ;; Preferably something rock and British, but of course he isn’t going to outright admit this.
Being Gentlemanly ;; And no one does it better.
The practise of magic ;; Don’t knock it until you try it.
Dislikes: Losing Things ;; Unfortunately, this is something he does often.
Being called crazy ;; Honestly, /you/ try being called insane when you mention your best friend.
Being called a punk/rebel ;; Those days are over, seriously!
Annoying People ;; Who doesn’t?
People demeaning English customs and culture ;; He takes pride in his country.
French things ;; It’s a bias, he’s not going to lie, but he enjoys every minute of the hatred.
Cowards ;; Belt up!
Fears: Large expanses of water, such as lakes and oceans. A.K.A drowning. He can’t swim.
Dying alone, although he insists this is the way he’d like most to leave the earth.
Quirks: Restlessness ;; Even though he’s good at hiding this, he’s rather twitchy and needs to be fiddling with something or occupied at all times.
“Imaginary” friends ;; They’re obviously not imaginary to him, but others would surely call it a quirk. Or just insanity.
Personality: Arthur Kirkland prides himself on being a gentleman. With a refined taste in music, all arts (although he keeps a special adoration in his heart for well-written literature), even culinary, and style, he maintains a polite and reserved, sometimes even self-righteous bravado. He is occasionally dour and always witty and wry, with a tongue sharp as glass. His words can be biting and sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop. When in a good mood, though, he can be great company. He is quiet and most silences with him are much more companionable than awkward. His favourite beverages are tea and lemonade, but he can’t stand the two mixed. He also loves a pint of gin every once in a while, but past experiences say that isn’t the smartest thing to offer him. He believes strongly in individuality and loves to explore the works of the human mind and emotions, especially love, hate, and the things caused by or leading towards the two, such as jealousy and passion. He doesn’t like to classify himself as an optimist or pessimist, because he can be either, depending on the situation and regularly fluctuates between good and bad views on reality. While he may seem like a serious fellow, he does enjoy smiling and laughing as much as anyone, and it’s honestly not all that rare. He has an awfully dry sense of humour, and some jokes, if he’s not careful, can be taken offensively by those sensitive. Despite his ‘gentlemanly’ demeanor, he has a rather crude way of speaking to equals, and sometimes even authority, due to his rebellious past.
As mentioned previously, he has an intense interest in literature. He is most fond of the authors Austen, Dickens, and of course, Shakespeare. When asked his favourite titles, he will immediately respond with Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet, and while he does adore those works, in reality he is a romanticist and has Pride & Prejudice studied and nearly memorized from cover to cover. He also has a very soft spot in his heart for old, gothic-and-grotesque style things. By this he means true Victorian/Gothic, and not what we see it as today. He has a collection of strange but prized items in his room, some of which including a 1950s Baskerville casket key, an – empty, um, probably – bottle of Arsenic Trioxide, vintage medical metal tongs, and three large lace bobbins. Unless you want a full-blown lecture on the history of everything Victorian England, don’t ask about them.
History: Arthur was born in London, England in 1987 and grew up in a generally small house near the bustling centre of the city. He was, as were all children, enrolled into school and started off on a good enough note. He never made a whole lot of friends, but that’s okay, because he had Tinkerbell and Captain Hook to keep him company when he was bored. He continued on into secondary school with well-off grades, but that’s when things took a turn for the rebellious. Finally starting to make friends (but now, when he looks back on it, he can’t really call them friends, considering the situations they’d put him in sometimes), he let himself be dragged into what he looks upon as foolish but fun, at least at the time, decisions, such as drinking, smoking, and getting a tattoo. But he doesn’t like to talk about that last one. Despite this, he managed to beat down his smoking habits (although he did continue to drink and a lot at that) and keep his grades up to an acceptable level. He engaged in many more acts a scruffy, issues-with-authority teenage boy can do in those years. He graduated with a smile, glad to be finally out of the grip of that hell-hole they called higher education. College, however, seemed rather fun at the time. Also, he thinks Austria's anger is lack of stunningly amazing literature.
After lots of applying and careful choosing, Arthur went to a lesser Oxford college to study English literature and language. Still struggling with his drinking problems, he did manage to get his degree, but on a thin rope. This, however, didn’t diminish his love for the art. He bought a small house near where he was born in London, and lives there, joyfully alone with no one but a stray cat, his faeries, books, and apothecary bottles to keep him company.
OOC Info[/u]
Name: Iggy, I suppose. Real name is Hannah.
Email: thesaintgrey@hotmail.com
Messenger, etc. MSN: thesaintgrey@hotmail.com AIM: sanctitygrey
Age: 23
Country: England
Appearance:
Likes: Tea ;; all kinds, but his favourites are Earl Grey and Darjeeling. Not too much sugar, please.
Literature ;; Don’t even get him started.
Cooking ;; He really sees nothing wrong with his cooking, but society is cruel. And tasteless.
Power ;; Although it can easily become an addiction.
His faeries and other friends ;; He doesn’t get out a lot.
Being alone ;; It’s more like he doesn’t mind it, however he will tell you that there’s little that he loves more.
Music ;; Preferably something rock and British, but of course he isn’t going to outright admit this.
Being Gentlemanly ;; And no one does it better.
The practise of magic ;; Don’t knock it until you try it.
Dislikes: Losing Things ;; Unfortunately, this is something he does often.
Being called crazy ;; Honestly, /you/ try being called insane when you mention your best friend.
Being called a punk/rebel ;; Those days are over, seriously!
Annoying People ;; Who doesn’t?
People demeaning English customs and culture ;; He takes pride in his country.
French things ;; It’s a bias, he’s not going to lie, but he enjoys every minute of the hatred.
Cowards ;; Belt up!
Fears: Large expanses of water, such as lakes and oceans. A.K.A drowning. He can’t swim.
Dying alone, although he insists this is the way he’d like most to leave the earth.
Quirks: Restlessness ;; Even though he’s good at hiding this, he’s rather twitchy and needs to be fiddling with something or occupied at all times.
“Imaginary” friends ;; They’re obviously not imaginary to him, but others would surely call it a quirk. Or just insanity.
Personality: Arthur Kirkland prides himself on being a gentleman. With a refined taste in music, all arts (although he keeps a special adoration in his heart for well-written literature), even culinary, and style, he maintains a polite and reserved, sometimes even self-righteous bravado. He is occasionally dour and always witty and wry, with a tongue sharp as glass. His words can be biting and sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop. When in a good mood, though, he can be great company. He is quiet and most silences with him are much more companionable than awkward. His favourite beverages are tea and lemonade, but he can’t stand the two mixed. He also loves a pint of gin every once in a while, but past experiences say that isn’t the smartest thing to offer him. He believes strongly in individuality and loves to explore the works of the human mind and emotions, especially love, hate, and the things caused by or leading towards the two, such as jealousy and passion. He doesn’t like to classify himself as an optimist or pessimist, because he can be either, depending on the situation and regularly fluctuates between good and bad views on reality. While he may seem like a serious fellow, he does enjoy smiling and laughing as much as anyone, and it’s honestly not all that rare. He has an awfully dry sense of humour, and some jokes, if he’s not careful, can be taken offensively by those sensitive. Despite his ‘gentlemanly’ demeanor, he has a rather crude way of speaking to equals, and sometimes even authority, due to his rebellious past.
As mentioned previously, he has an intense interest in literature. He is most fond of the authors Austen, Dickens, and of course, Shakespeare. When asked his favourite titles, he will immediately respond with Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet, and while he does adore those works, in reality he is a romanticist and has Pride & Prejudice studied and nearly memorized from cover to cover. He also has a very soft spot in his heart for old, gothic-and-grotesque style things. By this he means true Victorian/Gothic, and not what we see it as today. He has a collection of strange but prized items in his room, some of which including a 1950s Baskerville casket key, an – empty, um, probably – bottle of Arsenic Trioxide, vintage medical metal tongs, and three large lace bobbins. Unless you want a full-blown lecture on the history of everything Victorian England, don’t ask about them.
History: Arthur was born in London, England in 1987 and grew up in a generally small house near the bustling centre of the city. He was, as were all children, enrolled into school and started off on a good enough note. He never made a whole lot of friends, but that’s okay, because he had Tinkerbell and Captain Hook to keep him company when he was bored. He continued on into secondary school with well-off grades, but that’s when things took a turn for the rebellious. Finally starting to make friends (but now, when he looks back on it, he can’t really call them friends, considering the situations they’d put him in sometimes), he let himself be dragged into what he looks upon as foolish but fun, at least at the time, decisions, such as drinking, smoking, and getting a tattoo. But he doesn’t like to talk about that last one. Despite this, he managed to beat down his smoking habits (although he did continue to drink and a lot at that) and keep his grades up to an acceptable level. He engaged in many more acts a scruffy, issues-with-authority teenage boy can do in those years. He graduated with a smile, glad to be finally out of the grip of that hell-hole they called higher education. College, however, seemed rather fun at the time. Also, he thinks Austria's anger is lack of stunningly amazing literature.
After lots of applying and careful choosing, Arthur went to a lesser Oxford college to study English literature and language. Still struggling with his drinking problems, he did manage to get his degree, but on a thin rope. This, however, didn’t diminish his love for the art. He bought a small house near where he was born in London, and lives there, joyfully alone with no one but a stray cat, his faeries, books, and apothecary bottles to keep him company.
RP Sample: Unlike his rather loud and excitable American counterpart, Arthur had a more...laid back view on the situation. Get in, check for the reported paranormal activity (which, in case your thoughts went to the American movie, was a horrendously created film, mind you), if there is, then they're going to further investigate the situation. This was affected by many factors, such as if the ghost seemed friendly or malicious, or if they could be eradicated if malicious. Then again, he practically been living along side ghosts all his life, not that anyone believed him. He wasn't scared, but there was a sense of...anticipation, he supposed would be the word. Ghosts were as unique as people, considering that's what they once were. He loved the sense of not knowing what kind of person he would meet - or not meet, in some cases - during an investigation.
The school was, he'd admit, rather nice compared to several of the other places he'd been to. So far, he hadn't felt much, but he was sure there had been an odd, translucent-like wisp by the window.
He kicked a pebble that was in the hallway, outside to the playground. Although his face was downcast his eye were wide and alert, formidable eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he listened and watched for something... anything, really. There was a thick presence in the air, something not quite natural, and it was not just the group of faeries fluttering around the slide and the ladder nearby. Maybe if he concentrated a little more... He wanted to get this on camera. "Hey, American bugger, go ahead and turn the camera on, we might - " He cut off abruptly, noticing a prominent lack of annoying person there. "What - Oh, for the love of God!" Sighing agitatedly, he made his way towards the playground swing-set, still glancing around every few moments to survey the area and mentally take notes on the presence he felt. "Honestly, could you be any more childish! Get off of the swings and come down here to turn the camera on! You've got a job, the least you could do is perform it!" A huff escaped his lips, and he turned, arms crossed rather petulantly, to observe the play structure. "Have you seen anything strange yet?" [[Okay so I know this is straight from the RP you and I are in, Captain, but this is my only sample as England ahaha ;_; /so new to this guy]]
The school was, he'd admit, rather nice compared to several of the other places he'd been to. So far, he hadn't felt much, but he was sure there had been an odd, translucent-like wisp by the window.
He kicked a pebble that was in the hallway, outside to the playground. Although his face was downcast his eye were wide and alert, formidable eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he listened and watched for something... anything, really. There was a thick presence in the air, something not quite natural, and it was not just the group of faeries fluttering around the slide and the ladder nearby. Maybe if he concentrated a little more... He wanted to get this on camera. "Hey, American bugger, go ahead and turn the camera on, we might - " He cut off abruptly, noticing a prominent lack of annoying person there. "What - Oh, for the love of God!" Sighing agitatedly, he made his way towards the playground swing-set, still glancing around every few moments to survey the area and mentally take notes on the presence he felt. "Honestly, could you be any more childish! Get off of the swings and come down here to turn the camera on! You've got a job, the least you could do is perform it!" A huff escaped his lips, and he turned, arms crossed rather petulantly, to observe the play structure. "Have you seen anything strange yet?" [[Okay so I know this is straight from the RP you and I are in, Captain, but this is my only sample as England ahaha ;_; /so new to this guy]]
OOC Info[/u]
Name: Iggy, I suppose. Real name is Hannah.
Email: thesaintgrey@hotmail.com
Messenger, etc. MSN: thesaintgrey@hotmail.com AIM: sanctitygrey